Dez was happy for the kiss, and to get off the topic of Charlotte. Not only did he want to focus on the hotwife with him, but Charlotte was high maintenance, and it was wearing thin. Dez loved fucking her, but she was making increasing demands on his time, and pouted when he said he wasn’t available. Charlotte was incredible, but it might be time to move on. Besides, Dez was hoping to spend lots more time with Stephanie in the near future.
“So what is you, then?” Dez asked, keeping her close with the hand kneading her ass.
Stephanie didn’t have a witty response so she went with honesty, even if the confession left her vulnerable. “I just want to be with you. I want…” She paused. The words make love almost slipped out of her mouth, but that was habit, not because she loved Dez. Stephanie made love to her husband, that’s not what she did with Dez. “I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s all I want, girl.”
Dez slid his hand from her ass, moving it around between her legs. Stephanie gasped when he touched her cunt. The scrap of lace that was her thong was drenched. He pulled it to the side and stroked her smooth, slick lips. Stephanie gasped, and laid her head on his shoulder. The tiny triangle of hair that had rested above her slit was gone, and Dez was pleased he hadn’t had to direct her to go bare for him. It was hot that Stephanie just knew what he wanted her to do. She trembled when he lightly caressed her labia, fingers dipping between them to tease, but ignoring her clit.
“It feels like you want it now,” he said.
“Yes,” she hissed, closing her eyes.
“Do you need me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she begged, nodding against his shoulder. He jacked up two fingers inside her, and Stephanie cried out. She glanced around and was relieved no one was watching.
“How bad do you want it?”
Stephanie looked up at him, feeling foolish. She should be more self-possessed. She should be stronger. Stephanie was never the girl—or the woman—who was just all about a guy, but Dez made her feel things she hadn’t ever felt before. He made her feel sexual in a way she didn’t know was possible.
“You know,” she moaned.
“You’ll do anything, girl?”
She smiled. She knew better than to promise that. “Just about,” she replied.
Dez took his fingers from her cunt and pressed them to her lips. Stephanie eagerly cleaned them, seductively flicking her tongue. It kept her distracted, and she didn’t notice him pulling the little pouch of white powder from his shirt pocket. He shook it before her eyes. Dez saw a mingling of fear and excitement in her eyes.
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t need that,” she said.
“I don’t need it either, but it makes everything a hell of a lot of fun. Come on, girl. It’s no fun to do alone. I saw how it rocked you last time.”
Stephanie gnawed on her lower lip as she eyed the cocaine. It had made her feel so alive the first time, but she’d been tricked into taking it. She would never have had the nerve to do it by her own volition. Stephanie didn’t do drugs. She wasn’t that kind of person. She was a mother! What would people at church think? Stephanie almost laughed when that went through her mind. She was fucking another man, and a little coke was her moral boundary? I can’t do that, can I? she thought. But it had felt good. Really good.
“I don’t know,” she hedged.
“It’s not really dangerous, baby, not unless you’re a cokehead, and doing it twice doesn’t make you one. I just use it to party. I’m not addicted.”
Doing the cocaine presented the same moral quandary as hotwifing, she realized. Stephanie knew it was wrong, but she wanted to do it anyway. She thought of herself as another person when she was with Dez, and maybe that woman did cocaine with her lover. Still, it felt like a leap.
“Just a little bit. I’m trusting you, Dez.”
“That’s my girl.” Dez grinned.
Dez knew he had Stephanie pegged. She was a party girl, dying to get out and play. She was built for fun, not wiping noses in the suburbs. She was with him because she needed the excitement. Dez tapped out a small bump onto his finger and presented it to her. Stephanie hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally snorted the white powder. Her eyes went wide and she turned red.
“It burns!” she cried.
“You didn’t feel that the first time?” Dez chuckled.
“My mind was on other things.”
Stephanie couldn’t shake the feeling she had to sneeze, but the burning slowly subsided. She watched Dez do some of the drug as well, and although she knew it was too soon for the drug to be working, she suddenly felt hot all over. She drained her drink. Dez pressed his finger to her lips again, and she sucked on it. He rubbed his finger inside her mouth, and her gums and tongue tingled, then went numb. It felt strange, but she kind of liked it. Stephanie felt so alive. She threw herself at Dez and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
Dez saw she was wired, and slipped his fingers back inside her, and Stephanie squeezed them.
“Take me home,” she whispered. Stephanie thought she would die if she didn’t get him inside her.
Not yet, baby, he thought.
“Take my dick out.”
Stephanie reached between them and fumbled for his belt, acting on instinct. She didn’t feel like herself, but she’d also never been clearer. It was awkward at this angle, but she didn’t shift because that meant Dez would stop touching her. She made the effort and freed his cock. It was hot and thick, mostly hard. Stephanie stroked him without being told to.
“That’s real nice, Steph. You know how to make me feel good, baby,” he moaned.
Stephanie beamed. She couldn’t help thinking, Take that, Charlotte. He’s all mine now! She wanted to make him feel good. She wanted to be his favorite. Pride played into her lack of resistance when Dez nudged her head downward. Stephanie slid back in the booth, looking around and hoping no one was watching. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she wasn’t going to stop. His fingers slipped from her, and Stephanie groaned with disappointment as she moved beneath the tabletop.
Dez leaned his head back with a long, low sigh. The wife’s hot, wet mouth enveloped him, and his cock surged. He felt her lips stretching around his girth. Her tongue flitted around his head as she sucked him, and he considered Stephanie’s husband was a very lucky man. If Dez had this fine piece of ass as his wife, he’d make sure to use her mouth daily, and he knew Andy didn’t take advantage of that. He’d been with enough hotwives now to know how their marriages were. These women couldn’t wait to suck Dez’s cock, but they weren’t blowing their husbands every day. Dez loved reminding these women of how much they loved sex. Stephanie bobbed on his shaft, hesitating when he touched it to the back of her throat. He stroked her pretty hair and lightly pressed, reminding her of what he expected. He felt her choke, but then relax, and as he persevered the back of her throat tightened around his head. Dez trembled—there was no better feeling than this.
Stephanie struggled to give Dez everything he wanted. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, her drool dripping from her lips. Dez plugged her throat, and Stephanie felt lightheaded. Her heart was pounding now, like the last time she’d done cocaine. She had the focus to relax her throat, and she felt she could take it all. The loud music and sounds of the people around them seemed to strobe in her ears. She didn’t want to stop sucking him, but she needed to breathe. Only when she began to struggle did Dez let her up. Stephanie gasped for air as his slick cock rested against her cheek. She caught her breath as quickly as possible and stuffed him back into her mouth.
Dez loved the struggle. He’d never really hurt a woman, but he loved when they struggled on his cock. He held the back of her head and jacked his prick into her mouth. Stephanie’s nails tightened into the meat of his thigh, but she let him fuck her mouth. Dez looked around the bar as he fucked the hotwife’s mouth and exchanged a knowing nod with a friend. Here was someone’s sweet wife, a nice mommy, a perfect neighbor in her no
rmal life, and she was eagerly sucking his cock in a club. Stephanie was all his right now, ready to do anything for him, and that thought alone nearly made him come down her throat. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not yet.
Stephanie kept stroking his cock. She wanted it in her mouth like this. She wanted to make him come. It was all she could think about. Distantly, she knew it was the coke working on her, but in the moment that didn’t matter. She needed to make Dez come. He pulled her up from his crotch, and Stephanie felt like she was climbing his body. She put her soul into this kiss. It felt like they could join together. Dez swung her over, and Stephanie straddled his lap. She didn’t care about the people around them anymore. She just wanted to feel Dez against her.
The hotwife rubbing her cunt against his cock was too much. Dez knew the coke had her feeling wild. She was ready to do whatever he wanted. He easily lifted the petite wife—just enough—and fit his prick against her slippery lips. The moment he was slotted against her sex, Stephanie settled down onto his cock without prodding.
“Ohhh…baby…mmm…yesss…” she cooed, clinging to him with eyes squeezed shut.
Stephanie clung to him and worked her hips, milking his thick shaft. He felt so big. She felt so full. She savored the feeling of having him inside her. She couldn’t help thinking about what her husband would say if he ever saw her like this. It was so wrong, which made it so hot for her. Stephanie kissed him with furious power, moaning into his mouth as she gyrated her hips. With every motion, a fresh jolt of pleasure rocked her body.
“That’s it, girl, work that cock. Show me you want it, baby,” Dez cooed.
His voice was hypnotic against the background din of the bar, and she concentrated on it, reducing her world down to Dez and his voice and his cock. Stephanie needed to block everything else out, or she’d lose her nerve.
Dez held her tight ass in his big hands, pulling the petite hotwife onto him. The harder he pulled Stephanie onto him, the harder she ground her pussy on his cock, the more intensely she kissed him. It felt like she was trying to scale him. Her excitement for him made Dez burn for her. Dez used his grip on her ass to fuck her up and down on his prick. He was going to make her come right there in the bar, just to prove he could.
“Ohhh…ohhh…yesss…yesss…Dezzz…” Stephanie moaned, hanging her head on his broad shoulder. His power was amazing. Dez used her like a sex toy, and Stephanie loved being at his mercy. She struggled to maintain control. She didn’t want to have a screaming orgasm in the bar, but the coke made her feel invincible, and that made her want to show off. Stephanie fought the urge. Her brain was all over the place, and then she was coming. She bit his shoulder and shouted into it as she trembled against his chest.
“Come on, girl. Come for me. That’s nice, baby. Love fucking that tight little pussy.” Dez’s words poured into her ear.
Dez kept her working on his cock, and Stephanie built toward another climax right away, but she pushed off his chest. They had to stop. If they didn’t, Stephanie was afraid of what might happen.
“Take me home, baby. Take me home and fuck me, please,” she begged, a tremble in her voice.
“Okay, girl. Okay.”
They were tearing at each other’s clothes the moment they stepped into Dez’s place. The car ride over had been uneventful. Dez thought Stephanie might blow him on the way over, but she curled up in the far corner, against the door, and he left her alone with her thoughts.
Stephanie spent the trip trying to calm herself. The cocaine had her mind racing, and Stephanie was afraid of the crazy thoughts blazing through it. She was obsessing on Dez and his body and having him inside her. She wanted him to fuck her until she passed out, but she was afraid if she came again her heart would explode—and then she thought even that might be fun. Stephanie did some deep breathing and chilled out by the time they got to his place, but her deep yearning for him didn’t abate. The moment she had him alone, Stephanie pounced.
His apartment was a blur. All she saw was him. Stephanie was in Dez’s arms, her legs wrapped around him, and he carried her back to his bedroom while they kissed. What came next was a jumble, but somehow Stephanie ended up on her back in his bed, Dez sheathed inside her.
Dez remembered every moment in sharp detail. He savored these moments with other men’s wives. Dez reveled in the feel of Stephanie in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom. He loved the enthusiasm she showed in going after him, and her breathless anticipation when he peeled that sexy dress off her body. The moments he needed to take to set up her phone to record them were torture.
Dez tried to go down on her, but Stephanie said no, she wanted him inside her—she needed it. He knelt on the edge of the bed and pulled her to him, placing her heels against his shoulders. Dez enjoyed this position because he could watch the wives as he drove his cock into them. Stephanie was particularly fun to watch because of the way her big, natural tits bounced around when he thrust into her. It was mesmerizing.
“Yes! Ohmygod! Yes!” Stephanie cried, over and over.
Dez held the wife by her narrow hips, tilting them up as he pounded down into her. The first time he’d thought he might need to take it easy with the petite woman, but Stephanie proved she could handle everything he had. She watched him intensely as they fucked, but when she came, she leaned her head back and clawed at the sheets, howling in ecstasy. Her cunt became so tight around him that Dez was glad he had the coke to help him hold out on coming.
Stephanie was still blissed out on her orgasm when Dez turned her onto her side and spooned behind her. It felt vaguely like a porn movie, the way Dez changed positions with her, but his creativity was exciting. She’d never just been thrown around and used for sex before and Stephanie loved it. He lifted her leg and took her from behind, grinding against her ass when he was fully sheathed in her. Dez held her by her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Stephanie cried out and quaked through another orgasm.
Their coupling seemed endless. Stephanie demanded a break or two, just for a glass of water, but then they were right back into it. Dez was insatiable, and he never went soft. She didn’t know she could come so many times in one night. Stephanie felt herself flagging, and this time she eagerly took a bump of cocaine from Dez. It reinvigorated her, and Stephane rode his cock like a madwoman. Dez slipped a finger into her ass and she rode him harder. He added a second and that spurred her into another screaming climax. She knew he was working his way up to anal sex and knew she was willing to give him her ass if he asked. She was willing to do anything for Dez.
When Dez finally came, it felt dangerously like lovemaking. Her stud lover was on top, and Stephanie was wrapped around him. He slowly took her in long, deep strokes, and they were kissing almost constantly—when they weren’t whispering to each other.
“You’re beautiful, baby…can’t get enough of you…” Dez moaned.
“Yes…please…don’t stop…never stop…” she begged.
“Never. You’re mine, Steph. Always mine.”
“Yes…yours…god…Dez…baby…”
“Steph…”
Dez came inside her and she felt like she was going to burst. He kept his shaft buried, filling her with his load, trapping it in her, and Stephanie had a final, deep, shuddering orgasm that she felt down to her soul. It was so impactful that forbidden words of love almost slipped from her lips. She stopped herself, but only just. It was too easy to be caught up in the moment. Afterward she cuddled against his massive body and it just felt right. Stephanie was so glad she’d done this. It was torture to pull herself away from Dez, but she had to go home to her husband. No matter how she felt with Dez, Stephanie still belonged to Andy.
Seventeen
Andy knew his wife was different when she came home that night. It wasn’t anything she said. Stephanie said all the right things. And even though she walked stiffly, she still insisted they make love so he could reclaim her. Stephanie was truly a mess, hair and makeup ruined, red marks all over her body, her pussy
raw and swollen. He could only imagine what Dez had done to her. Later, when he watched the video, he would know. Andy’s reclamation was brief. He was so excited by his wife’s condition that he came in record time. Afterward, he helped Stephanie to bed, where she passed out without even showering.
The dark bedroom was closing in on him and Andy couldn’t sleep. He watched his wife’s nude, sleeping form and kept flashing on images of her and Dez together. Realizing he’d never get to sleep like that, Andy went downstairs and found Stephanie’s phone in her purse. The battery was dead, so he had to plug it in to watch what she’d recorded.
The video was an hour and seventeen minutes and Andy wondered if they’d really fucked all that time. It started with Stephanie on a bed, naked. The camera angle was great, and it stayed stable. Dez stood over her, his impressive cock standing out in front of him. Andy didn’t think Dez was that much larger than he, but it still intimidated Andy. Andy certainly wasn’t in Dez’s shape. The large black man looked like an Adonis standing over Stephanie, and she was his for the taking. Life pulsed into Andy’s prick as he watched.
Dez tried to lick her pussy, but Stephanie pushed him away, begging to be fucked—at least that’s how Andy heard it.
“No, please,” Stephanie breathed, pushing Dez’s face from between her legs. “I don’t need any more teasing.”
“What do you need?” Dez asked. Andy thought he sounded cocky and didn’t like it.
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